If I have to hear the phrase "find bin Laden" one more time, I will flip my lid.

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A certain pinko commie emailed and asked what I think of the bailout. At the risk of making an Obama joke, it's really above my pay grade. I have been watching TV, listening to the radio, and reading articles about it to try to wrap my brain around the situation, but I'm just not so good at thinking in terms of hundreds of billions of dollars.

Here's one thing I do understand: money doesn't grow on trees. Our government doesn't have the money for the things it's already promised, like Medicare and Social Security. Now some want to add health care, and then there's this bailout.

I think we're boned. But I'm a housewife who knits during the Glenn Beck program, so what do I know?

CavX wrote a good summary of the situation, which fits my understanding of the problem. And I've read enough Thomas Sowell to know that there were dire consequences to lending money to people who simply couldn't afford it. Those chickennnnnns came home to roost, at the risk of making a Jeremiah Wright joke.

I heard a guy last night on the radio say that he makes $50,000 a year and bought a $400,000 house on an ARM. And this was touted as a good choice. I guess I just live on a different planet than some of these people, because my husband makes more than that and our house is less than half of this guy's. And we already own a good chunk of it.

But what do I know: I missed the Penthouse Party because I was too cheap to pay the cover charge...

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Read Jonah Goldberg's Very Different Visions. Yes, who indeed is speaking for the "indispensable left-handed Samoans living on fixed incomes in the increasingly gay suburbs around Cleveland?" Heh.

Best Mike Huckabee quote ever: "I'm not a Republican because I grew up rich," he proclaimed, "I'm a Republican because I didn't want to spend the rest of my life poor, waiting for the government to rescue me."

I didn't grow up rich and neither did my husband. We started our marriage with no income for four months and $200 to our name. But every day since we've come a little bit closer to our goal of being fat, rich, white Republicans.

And our vision is the winner vision.

UPDATE:

Dang, we lost like eight grand overnight. Stupid Lehman jerks.

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Yeah, so I drunk snail-mailed my husband tonight.
It's like drunk-dialing, only it won't get to him for two weeks.
I pent up four months of dead babies and deployment and unleashed it all on 9/11 coverage. Not good.

UPDATE:

I hadn't mailed the letter yet, so I got up this morning and read it. Ha. Don't worry, I didn't write the letter about depressing stuff; that's just what prompted me to grab a pen. It seems I wrote about T. Boone Pickens and Band of Brothers. It's very rambling and ridiculous.

Oh, and I feel fine this morning, and really...could a super-drunk person have cleared through Level 23 on Dr. Mario? I think not. I can handle my wine.

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1 I really can't imagine sending anything BACK from a war zone--I would anticipate letters for WEEKS, which is how long they took to get to me when I was in the field. Warning him about the content would not be a bad thing, though. Sig

Posted by: Sig at September 11, 2008 06:14 PM (7CjcP)

2 "drunk snail-mail" Not a phrase I ever thought about before - but truly fitting.

Posted by: airforcewife at September 11, 2008 06:17 PM (mIbWn)

3 Oh wait...I guess I drunk-blogged that post too. I didn't write about all that depressing stuff; it just prompted me to write a long mushy and rambling letter.

Posted by: Sarah at September 12, 2008 02:42 AM (TWet1)

4 Sarah, I hope this means that you have recovered from your drunk-chatting session last night, too!

Posted by: Butterfly Wife at September 12, 2008 02:56 AM (p8HAO)

5 Well, you know, the Army really CAN take the fun out of things...no drunk-dialing. Hmmm. You can always assure your hubby that you have cyber cronies who keep you company (and actively participate) when you feel like getting your drink on. Love you!

Posted by: Guard Wife at September 12, 2008 03:43 AM (F5iCn)

6 Wow. Sounds like a fun night. Have a good weekend!

Posted by: T at September 12, 2008 04:45 AM (KV0YP)

7 S. You drunk snail mailed your husband a letter about T. Boone Pickens!! I love it, I bet T. Boones ears are still burning!!! Have a wonderful weekend.

Posted by: Pamela at September 12, 2008 08:48 AM (vsnFT)

8 holla! I always knew we were kindred spirits!

Posted by: Lane at September 12, 2008 07:42 PM (/Tmo8)

9 I've drunk emailed (after the NC SBL) but never drunk snail mailed. Interesting. Glad you can handle your wine though it doesn't surprise me.

Posted by: HomefrontSix at September 12, 2008 11:16 PM (4Es1w)

10 HAHAHA!!! Right there with you. I was at an Advanced Estate Planning Class in Newport, Rhode Island at the Naval Justice School. (Boy, did I join the wrong service!) I was designated driver most of the week, but Thursday they talked me into letting loose and walking to the Officers Club for lobster and wine, then walking back to my room. Yes, I did not eat lobster, but I drank a lot of wine. Woke up at 0400 completely dizzy after having a radical dream about drinking four quarts of orange juice. When I arrived at class - five minutes past the start time of 0730, how embarrassing - my compadre in crime whispered how dizzy she'd been when she got out of bed. "It must have been those cigars we smoked with the guys." Say what? I also ordered a pizza when I got back to the room - as you do - and I must have spoken intelligibly, because I got what I wanted. I have a horrible feeling the pizza guys totally mocked me afterwards. SLOOOWW talker.

Posted by: Oda Mae at September 13, 2008 07:11 AM (YE92c)

11 She plays Dr. Mario. We should totally hang out next time I'm in Carolina. Or, you know, visit Portland. It's pretty, if you can overlook all the anti-Bush stickers.

Posted by: Anwyn at September 13, 2008 07:41 PM (dzxw9)

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I tried to log in this morning to put up something about 9/11, but my blog was not cooperating. (And yes, I know that many of you try to comment and have your comments disappear into spam land. I promise to work on that soon.)

The beginning of my day was taken up with mundane chores -- taking the car to the windshield shop, grocery shopping, etc -- and I returned home, turned on the TV while I was waiting to go pick the car back up, and that's when it hit.

I watched a show on the History Channel called The Rise and Fall of the WTC. At the risk of sounding crass, I learned today to mourn the loss of that building along with the loss of the lives inside of it. I learned about Minoru Yamasaki and his innovative new construction. I learned about the technology needed to build such a heavy structure on soggy Manhattan. I learned that Battery Park was built with the land dug from the WTC site. And I learned about the creative minds who helped efficiently move debris once the buildings were felled, and the laser imaging that helped map the site for disaster workers.

In short, I learned about all the brilliant minds that came together to both build and clean up the WTC.

And I got mad, mad at the backward-assed culture that's never created a damn thing, only destroyed.

AWTM called me, wondering if I was OK, wondering why I hadn't blogged yet. Although I had tried earlier in the morning, 9/11 hadn't seeped into my brain yet at that point.

It has now.

We talked about our anger, about the laser beam, about how she had to explain to her children today that evil men flew planes into buildings and that's why daddy has to be away from the family so often.

And then I listened to Todd Beamer's dad on the radio, thanking our troops for continuing the fight. I cried as I put together my meatloaf.

I'm mad. And drunk. And there's a SpouseBUZZ radio show tonight about 9/11, and it ain't gonna be pretty.

So I didn't blog. But it's not because I forgot.

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I thought I'd weigh in on Lipstickgate.

Obama said, "You can put lipstick on a pig. It's still a pig." He was referring to how McCain is now also running as the candidate for change. Many folks are upset that Obama seemingly called Palin a pig.

Let me say, I thought it was the funniest, most clever thing to ever come out of Obama's mouth.

I mean, come on: that's a great comeback. I personally don't think it has to be taken as sexist. Palin used lipstick to get a laugh line and a round of applause; Obama turned the tables back at her with a well-known idiom.

I honestly thought it was the funniest thing Obama's ever said. But I'm nutty like that. People really seem to be freaking out about this and saying that it will cost Obama support. Hey, whatever makes people not vote for him...

But you know what's way more offensive than what Obama said? What Juan Cole said: "What's the difference between Palin and Muslim fundamentalists? Lipstick." That article is just sick.

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